En fin, diran que porque tuve un viaje ida y vuelta en mi mente. Lo que paso es que hace ya unos meses que anduve por lugares muy lejanos, jijiji (en Francia) pasamos un fin de semana maravilloso en Bourgogne viejos amigos y haciendo nuevos amigos. Y pues en esta ocacion me toco pasar un tiempo con amigas que les gusta cocinar tanto o mas que a mi y querian conocer sobre nuestra comida tradicional y pues para como soy yo ya sabran, lleve salsa verde (que fue un hitazo), salsa roja y una salsa de chipotle (la especialidad de mi madre) y entre todas cocinamos:
- Sopes de pollo en mole rojo.
- Gorditas de Papa.
- Quesadillas con Jamon
En un lado de la estufa se cocia el pollo, en el otro las papas, mientras del otro lado de la "isla" se cortaban la verduras, se preparaba la masa de los sopes y la de las gorditas.
Para cuando empezamos con la cocción de los sopes, las papas ya estaban listas para hacer el pure y el pollo para ser desmenuzado, no no no, eramos tooda una linea de produccion de gorditas y sopes "en masa" jijiji.
Y pues al final, con todo el terror que me da guisar cosas en mucho aceite (siempre tengo el miedo de que el aceite se caera), empece con los sopes y despues de ahi, las gorditas y oooooo, que va pasando, que cuando la gordita toco el aceite, mi mente me transporto a una kermesse en Chihuahua, donde al ir caminando puedes detectar perfectamente donde esta el puesto de las gorditas y las enchiladas solo por el olor.
Claro que ni tarda ni perezosa se los dije a mis amigas y fue asi como una de ellas me alento a iniciar este blog.
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A round trip to a Kermesse in Chihuahua (in my mind).
Have you ever feel when you smell the food that you are eating or cooking it transports you to where you had eat them before? Well for me is something it happens all the time. I could even say that sometimes I miss the stinky potato salad that my family used to cook for christmas... just because it reminds me of my childhood but not because I want to smell the stinkiness of the hard boild eggs...
Now I guess you could be asking yourselves why did she had a trip to Chihuahua in her head. Is just that a few months ago I spent a wonderful weekend in Bourgogne, France enjoying old friends and getting to make new friends. And in this trip I had the oportunity to spent time with friends that they like to cook as much or even more than myself and they wanted to try real and traditional mexican food. And for me being super proud of our food, I started making some salsas, "salsa verde" (green sauce that by the way was a real success), "salsa roja" (red sauce) and a "salsa de chipotle" (chipotle sauce, my mother's special) and all of us together we cooked:
- Sopes de pollo en mole rojo.
- Gorditas de Papa.
- Quesadillas con Jamon.
In one side of the stove, was the chicken, in the other side, potatoes. In the other side of the "island" some cutting veggies, on the other side the "masa" for the sopes and gorditas was getting prepared.
When we started cooking the sopes, the potatoes were ready to make the pure and the chicken for the mole was getting shreaded, we were a total "mass" production assembly line of gorditas and sopes.
And at the end with the horror that I had always had of cooking with really hot oil, I started cooking the sopes, and then the gorditas and suddenly the smell hit me and transported me to the wonderful church kermesse in Chihuahua, feeling like I was walking in front of the people making the gorditas and the enchiladas.
Of course as soon as I felt that I told my friends and that is how one of them give me the idea to start this blog.
After all the cooking and the bla bla bla, we finished all the cooking by making some ham quesadillas left the gorditas and sopes in the oven (being just warm, not hot) to keep the food warm while we had the "apero".
What was my surprise that all of them like the food and they all make me the happiest girl that day seen them eating the food with a nice simile and asking me which ingredients were in each thing.